Were all the heavens an overladen bough Of ripened benediction lowered above me, What could I crave, soul-satisfied as now That thou dost love me? The door is shut. To each unsheltered Blessing Henceforth I say, "Depart! What would'st thou of me?" Beggared I am of want, this boon possessing, That thou dost love me.
Confirmed with John B. Tabb, Poems by John B. Tabb, London: John Lane, Boston: Copeland and Day, Cambridge: University Press/John Wilson and Son, 1894, page 7.
- by John Banister Tabb (1845 - 1909), "Content", first published 1894 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Blair Fairchild (1877 - 1933), "Content", op. 13 no. 2 (1907?), published 1907 [medium voice and piano], confirmed with a 1989 edition, Recital Publications, Huntsville, TX [ sung text checked 1 time]
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